It's not my fault that I think about #suicide a little bit more than the average nut case. It's all around, spreading like a #virus. Ebola. Hantavirus. Herpes. Suicide. If it's not celebrities like Anthony Bourdain and Kate Spade, it's average folks like my friend's 19-year-old daughter or the #suicide-by-cop felons or mass murderers who maim and kill until they finally stop taking human #life by thankfully turning the gun on themselves. And now I'm reading David Sedaris' new memoir in which he describes the death of his youngest sister, Tiffany. I'm not sure he has any greater insight into her death than the average sibling. His remembrance struck a chord in me because Tiffany's #toxicology report revealed that Klonopin was the drug of choice with a plastic bag tied over her head. Death by asphyxiation. #Death by Self. I too (only a few years back) took too many Klonopin one desperate night, but my husband called 9-1-1 and I was detoxified. It
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